For all my low life thug niggas, 
For all my niggas in the hood, 
Livin the life of a ghetto star, 
Ha ha ha Makavelli, 

Just holla my name 
And witness game official 
Niggas is so shame 
They stare stiff like scared [bad word] 
While I remain inside a paradox 
Gone my block 
Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop 
I hit the weed 
And hope to god I can fly high 
Witness my enemies 
Die when I ride by 
They shouldn'ta tried me 
Send they bodies to they parents up north 
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off  [bad word] em all what I scream as I dream in tons,  [bad word] a trick, get me rich n the [bad word] [bad word]  
bust ma gun make em all scatta, 
bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta, 
eat her dead bee-yatchmercy neva that, 
you said [bad word] back bring it on foeva straped, 
introduce ya to tha pleasure n tha pain, 
u could go so far, just sell me ya soul, live tha life of a ghetto star 

i live the life of thug [bad word]  [bad word] deala livin game tight 
mug [bad word]  slug [bad word] split tha fame like, 
laced with game, practice on takin pain, equipped same 
and let it rain [bad word] ya brain, 
street smart, proficeint intellegent, and keep sukaz hittin till snitchs start smellin 
movin niggaz with telekinesis, keepin channel at work feelin different featuraz, 
leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown, 
and to those who didn't make it to the morgue, 
which is dead n gone, 
and hope niggaz got fun, kidnapped jacked in the back, with next to they cataracts? they get done, 
back chat, they toast his [bad word] out, 
mob related momma my [bad word] found shot up with his [bad word] in his mouth, print it 
my name in these streets, as a mutha [bad word] g, now the next generations lookin worse off than me 

Walkin [bad word] tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried, 
say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me 
please give me shelter calm my fears, 
lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears, 
I see bodies gettin splashed with acid, 
2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic, 
bury tha [bad word]  time to notify, 
his familyshiet 
ain't nothin left to be identify, 
evacuate the crime scene fast, why? 
i heard the feds have a warrent fo my [bad word]  fly 
i won't touch down till i see tijauna, 
setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana, 
label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me [bad word]  
but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star